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Have you ever seen a sheep shearing? Now I have.
I noticed a sign at a local farmstand advertising their sheep shearing so we decided to go check it out. I've never seen a sheep shearing before, but I was in complete awe of the old guy who looked like Joe Biden but didn't even seem winded after his second hour of wrangling 180-pound sheep into submission.
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| Looks kind of brutal but I probably use more force trying to get my own kids to stay still when I cut their hair. |
Also, the guy was shearing this sheep with a big pair of scissors, not an electric clippers. My hands alone would have gotten tired, letalone my knees and back with all the bending and kneeling.
"Are you going to be doing stuff like that when you're old?" I asked Phillip, knowing that he wants to run and be active until the day he drops dead.
Phillip shook his head and scoffed, "I can't do that now."
We took the boys around to see the other farm animals afterward, and they spent the longest time trying to convince the pigs to let them pet them.
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| If I've ever seen a pig look wary, but this is it. |
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Saw this in the store the other day.
Why do I love everything about this?
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When I chose a timer sound for my phone, I picked a mellow piano tune that I hopefully wouldn't get annoyed at, because I set twenty timers a day to remind me to take kids to and from school and various activities.
My 19-year-old tells me that it "sounds like a prescription medication commercial for moderate to severe Chron's Disease."
I laughed, but actually, if you play this YouTube video of my timer sound while reading this patient testimonial from the Skyrizi website, you'll see that she's 100% right:
—4—
Happy birthday to me! I heard on the radio that my birthday was the second coldest May 22nd in this area in recorded history. And you know how I love the cold.
In better news, though, I got this birthday wish email from my dentist's office which was absolutely not written with AI.
—5—
Phillip and I have a weekly tradition we like to call "the executive meeting." We go through our calendar, looking at every night's activities so we know who has to be home when and who's driving kids where. (It's okay if you didn't understand that sentence. Executive meetings are an incredibly confusing process.)
Preferring a more by-the-seat-of-your-pants approach to life, Phillip hates the executive meeting. But I really need it or I end up shaking my fist at the sky and cursing Phillip's name at 5pm because I didn't know he had a late work meeting and I'm stuck figuring out how to get three kids to three separate activities by myself in an hour.
It's been several weeks since our last executive meeting and that always makes me antsy, so I asked Phillip sweetly on Sunday afternoon, "Soooo... later today do you want to have an executive meeting, or be murdered?"
He smiled and told me, "I didn't realize there was a choice. I'd rather be murdered."
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This is what it looks like when you let a child fill up their own plate at a church potluck. Not a vegetable to be seen for miles.
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| All beige, all carbs, all the time. |
All I'm saying is, I've seen more balanced meals in my life.
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I laughed my ever-living head off at this Modern Family clip that showed up in my YouTube feed, and then I showed it to Phillip who laughed his head off, too. Because it is absolutely both of us, from Phil's "I'd rather not" (see Take #5) to the kids' disgusting bathroom to the broken step to Claire's perfect last line.
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